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I haven’t actually walked into any doors (at least recently). I know that’s hard to believe. Still, I have walked up to many worth sharing. The treasures are endless.
Meanwhile, I’m less sore today than I was yesterday. My knee has been a little flakey but it will settle back into its normal motions soon enough. I had loose ligaments (ligamentous laxity; I loved the sound) when I was in my teens and early 20s from growing too fast. The ligaments needed time to tighten up, so my knees and shoulders used to dislocate and then pop back in. Sometimes it was immediately forgotten. Other times, the joints swelled and were problematic for a few weeks. I then learned what strength training to do to tighten up my joints.
I was once on the beach with my father when I was home from university. The one and only time we ever did something like that together, and it was surprisingly pleasant. Vendors were always walking the beaches of Coney Island and Brighton selling cold drinks, knishes, hot dogs, ice cream. You name it. One “vendor” came walking along carefully selecting potential buyers. As he passed, he quietly said to me, “Loose joints, loose joints.” I said “No thanks.” After he passed, my father looked at me curiously and asked, “How did he know?”
This recent partial dislocation was the first I’ve experienced in 114 years (maybe less). I took my last Paracetamol last night. I’ve mentioned before that I’m a lightweight when it comes to medications. You’d think I would have built up a tolerance during all my wild years. Even Paracetamol is too strong and makes me feel fatigued. Extra Strength knocks me out. After all the lazing I did yesterday, I awoke at 7, went back to sleep, and then dozed on and off until after 10. And then it was a very slow start. I’m still drinking my morning tea after 1:00. So, I’m toughing it out from now on.
Behind most of these doors are open courtyards and gardens. Wouldn’t you just love to knock on any door?
La verdad es que no he chocando en ninguna puerta (al menos últimamente). Sé que cuesta creerlo. Aun así, he entrado en muchas que vale la pena compartir. Los tesoros son infinitos.
Mientras tanto, hoy me duele menos que ayer. Mi rodilla ha estado un poco floja, pero pronto volverá a su movimiento normal. Tuve ligamentos sueltos (laxitud ligamentosa; me encantaba cómo sonaba) cuando era adolescente y tenía veintipocos años por crecer demasiado rápido. Los ligamentos necesitaban tiempo para tensarse, así que mis rodillas y hombros solían dislocarse y luego volver a su sitio. A veces se me olvidaba al instante. Otras veces, las articulaciones se hinchaban y me daban problemas durante unas semanas. Entonces aprendí qué entrenamiento de fuerza hacer para tensarlas.
Una vez estuve en la playa con mi padre cuando volvía de la universidad. La única vez que hicimos algo así juntos, y fue sorprendentemente agradable. Siempre había vendedores ambulantes por las playas de Coney Island y Brighton ofreciendo bebidas frías, knishes, perritos calientes y helados. Lo que sea. Un “vendedor” pasó caminando, seleccionando cuidadosamente a los posibles compradores. Al pasar, me dijo en voz baja: “Articulaciones flojas, articulaciones flojas”. Dije: “No, gracias”. Después de que pasó, mi padre me miró con curiosidad y me preguntó: “¿Cómo lo supo?”
Esta reciente dislocación parcial fue la primera que he experimentado en 114 años (quizás menos). Anoche tomé mi último paracetamol. Ya he mencionado que soy un poco flojo con los medicamentos. Uno pensaría que habría desarrollado tolerancia durante todos mis años de locura. Incluso el paracetamol es demasiado fuerte y me fatiga. El Extra Fuerte me deja inconsciente. Después de tanto holgazanear ayer, me desperté a las 7, volví a dormirme y dormité intermitentemente hasta después de las 10. Y luego fue un comienzo muy lento. Todavía tomo mi té de la mañana después de las 13:00. Así que, de ahora en adelante, voy a aguantar.
Detrás de la mayoría de estas puertas hay patios y jardines abiertos. ¿No te encantaría tocar a cualquier puerta?
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I love the house with the turquoise painted details; I want to see behind THAT door!
Bob:
So do I. A rare color here.
The house with the broken pediment is a bit look at me, though! I’m glad you’re doing better. A loose joint could help with the pain..Boud
Boud:
I have thought of a loose joint lately. But it’s been SO long.
I just LOVE the doorway with the teal? turquoise? verdigris? lintel above it. How would you describe that colour?
And the “loose joints” vendor, hahahaha!
Debra:
I thought of the color as turquoise, but didn’t think that was quite right. John Gray called it duck egg blue, which I think is perfect.
Doors, and chairs, always get my attention. These doors make one want to open them and explore.
Yes, ‘loose joints’ is hilarious!! Reminds me of Wreck Beach in Vancouver back in the day when ‘loose joints’ and an assundry of other choices were available.
Jim:
I loved the idea of a beach vendor selling loose joints.
You could publish the poster, doors of the city. My thought was the vendor noticed the seeds down the front of your shirt when he commented “loose joints.” It was the 70’s.
David:
Oh, even without the seeds, I looked the part.
All these doors are so enticing. That peek into the last one lives up to the promise:) Glad you are on the mend. Olivia
Olivia:
I’ll start snapping shots of the interior courtyard gardens next.
Glad your body is healing. I would love to see behind those doors. The second house my parents had built (after they sold the house I grew up in) was in the style of Mexico, and I suppose Spain; stucco, tile roof, U shaped around a courtyard. Come to think of it, the house I grew up in was U shaped around the enclosed backyard which eventually had a swimming pool.
ellen abbott:
I do love those built around a courtyard. Here often, the front door opens onto a vestibule. Then there’s a wrought iron gate that opens onto a central courtyard, often flower- and plant-filled. It’s so charming and welcoming. My next goal is to get shots of a collection of interior courtyards.
Fabulous doors, esp, love the aqua molding! Loose joints was hysterical. Where did you find the Ruby Murray? 😘
wickedhamster:
That beautifully colored trim is my new favorite. As for Ruby Murray, I’d never even heard of her. I did a search for door themes in music and found her.
Wait…. 114 years??
I LOVE that aqua blue molding around the doorway! 🩵
Kelly:
Well I did say maybe less than 114 years. I’m not quite sure. That house with the blue trim is my new favorite.
I like how much work Spaniards put into their doors and doorways, creating a sense of mystery about what’s behind them! I laughed at the “loose joints” thing. So funny!
Steve:
I think my father really knew. He laughed after. He also knew had he not been there, I might have bought one.
I am not firing on all cylinders today. When I read the vendor’s loose joints comment, my first thought too was- how did he know?
I don’t think selling loose joints was a real thing here. You just bought a lid or an ounce or whatever.
I think the only doors I’ve ever walked into were sliding glass doors. That has happened at least twice to my great embarrassment.
I’m with all the others here- aqua trimmed door. But they’re all beautiful in their ways. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to step through a door and suddenly be living a life in that house, go to the kitchen, make a peanut butter sandwich, water the plants, make the bed.
I’d never even heard of Ruby Murray. I see she was a Northern Ireland singer. She sounds a little like Patsy Cline to me.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
That time on the beach was the only time I saw someone selling individual joints. It was smart, I think. SG called them lids. We called them ounces. I have a couple of blog posts that mention my walking into sliding glass doors. Then there are the kitchen cabinets. Less common (but not unheard of) is for me to catch a foot on a door as I’m walking through and having the door bounce back in my face. I agree about the aqua-trimmed door, and the house. I had never heard of Ruby Murray either. I just searched for music about doors. Sorry. It might be hard to find peanut butter in any of these houses.
I’ve seldom seen that duck egg blue in the first photo in spain
finlaygray:
Same for me. Very rare here, too. I love it.
Love love love the doors!
Moorish architecture is fab. Those courtyards are everything L
And I just met someone with the same joint problem!!!
XOXO
Sixpence Nonethewiser:
I love the architecture, too. I never knew anyone who had heard of the loose ligaments problem. I always felt like a freak.
I rather hope that during Cordoba’s famed Patios Festival in May, several of these doors will be open for you/us to have a good nose around inside! Jx
Jon:
I’m sure they will.
Can I assume you quickly changed the subject when your father asked about “loose joints”?
That was me, Kirk.
Kirk:
It was such a pleasant, easy day, I even told him what the guy was talking about. He laughed and wasn’t surprised I knew.
You had me with the first picture! I just love the pediment in the mint green color. And call us strange, but looking at doors I find very interesting.
And I’m with you on meds. I very seldom even take aspirin for a headache, so when I have to take meds they work quick…or kick my ass.